Below is a story I wrote. I am a first time contributor.
My address is Stormking333@hotmail.com .

The characters of Mrs. Confederate/Ashlyn Hamilton (Smythe) and Southern Girl/Nanette "Nan" Hamilton are the creations and properties of Nightwing13.  The characters of MazterMerc/Gus Harris. Master Scorpion, and MercKing/Bob along with the supporting characters are mine.

If you are not an adult, you should not be reading this story since this story contains forced sex, violence, bondage, and other adult only actions. All characters are fictional and of the age of consent.


MRS. CONFEDERATE VS. MAZTERMERC
by StormKing


Ashlyn Veronica Hamilton-Smythe walked quickly through the mall to her favorite shoe store. It was minutes until the mall closed and she needed a new pair of red high heels to go with the evening dress she bought yesterday for a charity dinner.

Ashlyn was a lonely woman. Her daughter Nanette was with her fellow cheerleader friends Robyn and Amanda on a tour of Europe for two months. They were staying a week each in cities like London, Paris, Madrid, etc.  After the tour, they were to go to cheer camp in the Choctaw Mountains. Her husband Richard Smythe passed two years ago during his fraternity reunion. Poor Richard was a tough man in business, yet he was a boy outside the office. He and his buddies got tanked up at the reunion, drove drunk to an ice skating rink where they broke in, and during the merriment he was run over by a Zamboni.

Now she was the President/CEO of Hamilton Universal Exploration Technology (HUET), a corp that does research, design, and manufacture of space vehicles and equipment. A business with multi-billions of revenue, she found herself out of her depth trying to run the mega-corp. Sales were down 5% since her husband's death. Her dual majors in college had been criminal justice and public affairs, no real help there.

She was terribly bored with the business and had trouble following all the graphs, projections, schemes, etc of a multinational corporation. She missed the soft touches and love-making of her always agreeable husband. She had not dated since the funeral and Richard was the only man she had known in bed. The few rapes of her alter-ego Ms. Confederate by villains didn't count.

"Well I still look good for being in my late 30s. I am 5'8, weigh 135, my blonde hair is not dyed, and my bra is a 40D. I am in excellent physical condition, and an intelligent woman who raised a daughter, chaired numerous events that raised millions of dollars, a superheroine, and a homemaker. Maybe I should take a dare and go an a date...maybe that nice gentleman Henry at the country club," she mumbled to herself.

She went up to the the store entry as a tall, well-built older man began to pull out the sliding door to close up shop.

"Excuse me sir, could you please wait a few minutes before closing. I must buy a pair of heels to go with my new dress for tomorrow's charity gala," Ashlyn said in a firm but pleasant voice.

The employee looked down at her...his name was Gustavus Harris and he had waited upon her the last two times she was here. The top of her head was level with his eyes. She smirked at the worshiping look on his face everytime she came here. She always got that no matter where she went. As long as they didn't touch, she was okay with the looks. As she passed through the doorway, what she didn't see was the look of dark lust on his face as he closed and locked the door.

She was so focused on looking at the shoe selection, she was startled when he softly say near her right ear, "Would Madam like me to show her some new shoes from Italy?"

"Uh-uh! Ye-yes. Thank you!" the beautiful mother said. How did he manage to sneak on her? Wait! He mentioned once that he was ex-military.

Gus went to the stockroom and went through the newly-arrived shoes in the crate. He picked out two styles that he would like to see her wearing.

'Yes she would look great in these' he mused.

As he walked back to the customer, he passed his boss  21-year old Breanna. The poor girl was naked, bent over the work table, her wrists tied to the other side of the table, her ankles tied to the the table legs, and her mouth was gagged with her panties covered by packing tape. Gus' cum still poured down her legs from the anal and vaginal rapes he had given her since he had come to work 6 hours ago.

He pulled her face up from the table by her brunette hair, licked her tear-soaked face, and growled, "I am giving my notice and today is my last day of work. I guess we both now know what you really are: a loud-mouth, mean bitch who gave me hell from the first day you got here. Sure, I copped a few feels with female customers, but that didn't give you the right to treat me like dirt. Well, guess what college feminist, a little cunt like you is nothing compared to a real man."

He swatted her hard on the ass, "I may still hogtie you and drop you off on the street on the southside. Those hoods would love to have some cute, uppity white girl as part of their service industry." His rape-broken boss cried with fear at the threat.

He went back to Mrs. Ashlyn Veronica Hamilton-Smythe. He had only taken the job as a peaceful alternative to his former career and also to meet younger women from whom he hoped to find The One. 

Ashlyn was the only woman he felt strongly about and he developed an instant desire for the classy, beautiful woman ever since he first saw her 4 months ago. She was everything he desired in a woman: intelligent, classy, impeccable appearance, proper manners, athletic body, descendent of a founding father...sooo much to love!!! He researched her life and admired her plucky spirit along with that of her daughter Nanette. Once her weekly schedule was obtained, he made it a point to "accidentally" bump into her so he could ask her out. She turned him down every time.

Of course, her rich bitch snobbery was a pain. A few months ago, he handed her a pair of shoes and his fingers touched her palm. Mrs. Hamilton-Smythe then complained to his boss Breanna who in turn wrote him a reprimand for 'inappropriate touching.' What crap!

Well, no more acting like a infatuated schoolboy. Today he was going to Man-Up, let Ashlyn Veronica Hamilton-Smythe know how he felt about her, and take her home as his future bride!

"Here you are, Mrs. Hamilton-Smythe, new styles from Italy." he opened both boxes. They were the same style shoe with five inch heels and ankle-straps, one pair in black and one pair in red.

'Thank you Mr. Harris, but I never wear anything over 3" heels. My society group is quite prim and proper, you see!"

"Nonsense Ashlyn, you would look great in either one of these. You've got athletically-toned sexy legs and these pumps will really make you stand out!" he said enthusiastically.

Ashlyn was upset at the use of her first name and a vulgar description of her anatomy. He was out of line and she was going to make sure that this mere shoe clerk stopped addressing her as a familiar.

As she scowled at him, Gus quickly realized his social faux paus and knew he had to do something fast before she left him forever. In the military: If you are in doubt, then attack! The low-paid shoe salesman knelt in front of her.

"Now see here Mr. Harris, It is improper for you..WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Gus grabbed her right ankle and pulled it to near his face. He slipped off her shoe and tossed it next to the shoe boxes. The woman twisted to her right and tried to hit his face with the left heel. He anticipated that and used his right hand to block it. He pulled off her other high heel. She was now shoeless.

"I'm trying to help you but you just won't be nice and accept me!"

Ashlyn was shocked at his brutal attack for a second then lashed back at him The problem was she was sitting down and he was getting control of her legs. He was too far away for her to punch him. She yelled at him to stop but in seconds he had already removed both her shoes. Panic set in when he put her knees on her shoulders, next slid his arms under her skirt and alongside the outside of her legs. She felt his fingers garb the waistbands of her pantyhose and panties, and pull them down to her knees. Her legs were bound with her own nylons!

She had to regain control now! She threatened arrest and prison, but he laughed at her. While he laughed, she pulled her legs back until her knees touched her chin and let go a powerful kick with both feet to his face.

The man fell onto his back yelling with pained voice, "I'll get you for that you rich bitch!"

Ashlyn made her move to escape, hopping to the front door with no time to either remove her hosiery or pull it up. Much as she would like to pound the crap out of her attacker, Mrs. Hamilton-Smythe had no rep as a martial artist as compared to Mrs. Confederate. It would be hard to explain to the police how a socialite beat up a big strong man. As she hopped, she saw the door was locked...she was trapped with a maniacal rapist! She now became frightened and in desparation opened her mouth to scream for help.

Gus was pissed, but not so much at her. He was mad that he let a rich socialite bloody his nose. He lunged at her sexy hopping body-slamming her to the ground. He reached around and grabbed the front of her blazer to yank it back and down to imprison her arms.

"Uuuhhh!" she gasped out instead of a scream as she Gus slammed her to the floor, knocking the wind out of her. She was in pain, gasping for breath, her arms and legs bound by her own clothing. She felt him roll her over onto her back and sit on her stomach.

"Well Ashlyn, do you surrender to me? If you do that, I'll let you show me your tits as you suck my cock. If you don't, then I'll strip you naked and pound your rich pussy. How about it?

"Never you animal! I'll fight you to the end!" she said defiantly although she did not feel confident at all.

"Bad choice, baby! Lights out!'

The last thing the defeated business woman saw was Gus pulling his fist back and then punch her.

Ashlyn woke up and moaned in pain from a very bad headache. She tried to move but couldn't. She was bent over a table and tied down. And she was naked! Even her jewelry and wedding ring was gone.

She opened her eyes and saw Breanna across the table from her in the same predicament. The younger woman stared back at her with unseeing eyes. The animal must have broken the pretty brunette.

"You're finally awake, my lovely Ashlyn," he said and he noticed how she cringed as he softly stroked his fingers across her tight ass. "We are going to spend the weekend together getting to know each other better as two lovers."

"I'll never be your lover, you pig!"

"Oh baby! I like it when you talk dirty. You play hard to get in order to get me all worked and hard. Okay baby, let's do it," he threatened as he caressed her cheek with the tip of his leather belt.

'Oh no! he's going to whip me with big thick belt!' she thought as he touched her cheek with the belt. Then he walked out of sight and heard him stop behind her.

"Please don't do this Mr. Harris! If you let us go, we promise not to tell anyone what happened. Gus...I know you are good person who...AHHHH!" Ashlyn screamed in pain as the belt smacked her prime ass.

"Good person? How would an uppity rich bitch snob who lives in a mansion and buys $600 designer heels know about good people? You think you're better than non-wealthy women and especially any man. Now, I have a chance to open your mind to the real world where 99% of the earth's population lives. I am going to beat down on your until you apologize for being a rich bitch snob and beg me to rape all three of your holes."

"BEG YOU TO RAPE ME? I WILL NEVER BEG A MAN FOR ANY--- AHHHHHH!"

"That's two Ashlyn bitch! Here's three!"

The beautiful socialite and multi-billionaire CEO screamed again as man's hard leather met sexy, firm woman's ass. The beating went on: he counting and taunting while she defied and threatened in between screams and sobs.

On the 24th smack she grew quiet and just sobbed and mumbled incoherently.

On the 38th smack he thought he heard 'sorry' and 'please' from her.

"What did you say rich bitch?"

There was a moan then Ashlyn rasped, "Ple-please..no..no..more...I-I am so...so..sorry...I-I apologize for being a...oh...uhhh...a rich bitch. Please ra...ra...oh gosh...rape my three holes...I beg you to...rape me!"

Gus threw the belt onto the rape table. He was panting and his arm was sore. He realized that he out of shape. He only did light exercise 4 times a week since retirement. For a rich bitch, she was tough. Most girls broke on the 10th or 12th smack. This cunt took 38 to break her...tough as a superheroine!

He took off his pants and boxers then stood behind Ashlyn with his cock. He slid his tight pussy finger past he labia and into her birth canal. He was astonished at how soaking wet she was.

"Ashlyn Hamilton-Smythe, you are a such a slut. Your pussy is fucking wet. You really get off on force, don't ya?"

"No no no! That's not true."

"Yeah? Well how about this?" He pulled his pussy-juice coated finger out of her and smeared it on her lips and shoved the finger up her nostril. "Recognize that taste and smell you slut?"

Gus shoved his big rape tool into her birth canal and immediately felt how tight she was. 'Damn, she hadn't had a cock in years' he thought. 'Well, this rich pussy is mine now!'

Gus began fucking the beautiful businesswoman and socialite hard and fast. He felt cock plunge into her womb, her cuntal walls clamped down his cock like it was trying to keep it from leaving her heated sex. The bitch almost felt like a virgin. Her old man must not have been that big and she hadn't had been plowed in a while.

Ashlyn cried in frustration and humiliation. She was a top heroine and here she was naked, tied down, and being raped in a mall. To make matters worst, her pussy was wet and a hot tingly feeling was spreading from her pussy and to the rest of her body. She tried to keep her her hips from shoving back at his rape tool, but it was hopeless. The blonde heroine now could feel his penis pounding at her cervix. She moaned aloud not caring that Gus and Breanna could hear her lust rising.

"Wait! I'm a superheroine! What am I doing?' she thought.

"You animal! Umph! Stop what you...ahhh... are doing! Rape is a crime and...ohhh...you you will go to jail. Stop now and I...I...so good...will tell the judge to be lenient with you!'

"Yeah right! No dice rich bitch! So relax and enjoy my cock!"

Ashlyn tried to ignore her rape and go to a happy place in her mind, but it wasn't possible. Gus' rape tool was so powerful...so deep...and so dominating....she had never felt anything like it before! She had gone too long since the last time she had sex and Gus felt so good inside of her. Ashlyn was known to the community as prim and proper, but when with her husband, her only lover, she was a hot mama.

She fucked back at captor now. She needed to cum..she had to cum.

She yelped as his cockhead pounding her cervix. She moaned in pain and heat.

"Oh you slut socialite...your pussy is squeezing like never ever...I-I'm cumming NOW!"

Ashlyn's heated mind snapped back to reality, "NO! STOP! I'M NOT PROTECTED! I COULD GET PREGNANT! PLEASE STOPPPPPPPPPPP...CUMMING!"

Ashlyn had cum hard when Gus pinched her clit and stuck a finger in her ass. She saw flashes. She felt his man juice spraying her uterus. She felt him twist a nipple!

Her last thought was 'I never had an orgasm like this before!" Then she passed out.

Ashlyn awoke while lying in a fetal position on the table. She was unbound but she was so beaten and tired she didn't try to get up. There was a knock at the back door of the shop and Gus let a tall black evil-looking man entered. It was Lord Pimp, the sole provider of whores in the county! The black man handed Gus some cash. Gus gave him Breanna's car keys, and the pimp left carrying a naked, hogtied Breanna with him.

"Oh my gosh, you just sold that innocent girl to a notorious pimp and slaver! How could you!"

"I could and I did! Breanna ain't no angel. She paid for college working as a call girl at night. The King is going to give young Breanna a chance to use her business degree in the whore businees and business is good. Besides, you should be worrying about yourself!"

Ashlyn shivered at the threat. Because of the Aphrodite gene, the rape had left her in a weakened state. She was in no condition to take on this brute...for now.

She watched him tidy up the plavced by using a bleach soaked cloth to wipe down the scene of evidence. Minutes later, she was sitting naked and humiliated in the front passenger seat of her brand new Mercedes, her bagged clothes on the backseat. Her wrists wer cuffed behind her. He had forced her to put on the red Italian high-heeled shoes with the ankle strap.

Gus gave her a hard stare and stuck his finger up her puss, "You're not going to give me a hard time are you?"

Ashlyn blushed, "No..no..I won't try to escape!"

Gus kissed her and said with a smile, "Good girl!"

Ashlyn felt flushed as she let his tongue enter her mouth and gave a little smile back.

As Gus drove, she recognized familiar sites and realizied he was driving back to her mansion. At the front gate, he hit the gate-opener and soon the car drove on the curved driveway to the front door. He turned off the car. He opened her door and he put his arm around her waist.

Seconds later, she was standing naked except for her heels in her foyer...with her rapist. Then her pride and intelligence kicked in. She was determined to avenge her rape and bring Gus to justice as Mrs. Confederate!

He held her in his arms and gave a peck on the lips. Then he turned her around, removed her handcuffs, and gave her a light smack on the ass.

"Go upstairs and shower. Make yourself pretty and then come back naked to the living room. I'll have some baked dessert and drinks waiting for us." He winked and smiled at her, "I'm sure you will make it a memorable experience for both of us tonight, my lovely Ashlyn."

Ashlyn smiled then scowled as she went upstairs, 'How dare he treat her, a billionaire heiress, like some gutter trash. Oh she will return to him alright, as Mrs. Confederate!"

The pretty blond showered, then did her hair and make-up and put on some perfume. As she got out her heroine uniform, she began to wonder why she primped herself so much...like she was going on a date. She strapped on her sandals and strode to battle in the living room.

As Mrs. Confederate entered the room she stopped in shock. There was a masked man dressed in black body armor with leather harness and weapons. It was MazterMerc! A super-powered man who worked for money doing anything.

"MazterMerc! What are you doing here?"

The black, armor-clad figure raised his mask and she saw it was Gus!

"It's me baby. Ready to continue our new relationship. Now why don't you strip off that uniform, get on your knees, and blow me! What do you say...Ashlyn?"

“What are you talking about? I came here when I received a distress phone call from my friend Ashlyn.”

MasterMerc/Gus chuckled, “Oh stop it Ashlyn! I disabled the land line and I have your cell phone! I also know Mrs. Confederate is Ashlyn Hamilton and Southern Girl is Nanette Hamilton. I also have electronic and visual proof that my spy team gathered over the years.”

Mrs. Confederate stood speechless. MasterMerc knew her identity as well of Southern Girl too.

“But…but why only reveal it to me now? You could have destroyed us before!”

“You were never a threat to my operations. You and Nan only dealt with local scum. I have always admired you over the years. You’re beautiful and dangerous! My kind of girl! Now that I have semi-retired and left the business to my bro, I now have time to go courting a woman I have feelings for and start a family. I Am an Ares male with unmatched virility and you’re an Aphrodite female of great fertility and nourishing mother's milk. Our children will be very powerful. So naturally I chose you!”

Mrs. Confederate blushed and tried to gather her jumbled thoughts. Her feelings were ambivalent towards this male intruder-rapist. She was pleased that he desired her late thirties-year old body but was furious that she saw her as nothing more than a sexual object and a breeding cow.

She went into her martial arts stance, “NEVER! I will beat you and make you pay for your crimes; those against me and Breanna plus those you committed around the world. I will laugh at you when they haul you to prison!”

Gus began removing his battle armor and coolly said, “Honey, you don’t know what you’re talking about. You really think that that the governments around the planet would let my spec ops company exist unless they needed me. As for Breanna, she’s in the place she needs to be. As for you, I know you enjoyed our rough sex. You came like a sexually deprived woman who hadn’t any real sex for a lot of years!”

“SHUT UP YOU ARROGANT BASTARD! MY HUSBAND WAS A LOVING MAN AND A GREAT PROVIDER!”

“”Yeah he was a great provider but he never lit you up sexually like I did. Surveillance never lies. So here is the deal. If I beat you, you become my sex slave, wife, and my future kids’ mom. I take over Hamilton Industries and you become a homemaker again, except this time you will be barefoot, naked, and pregnant in the kitchen…so to speak.”

Despite her cloud of anger, Mrs. Confederate felt hot twinges in her breasts, vagina, and womb.

"Humph! What thinks you are going to win? I know something about you too and you are 48-years old. Aphrodites are not as strong as Ares Men but they have superior reflexes and speed. I will be too quick and agile for your older body. What if I win?”

“I’ll take my chances. Ares males live till their 120s, only a little bit shorter than an Aphrodite female. And if you win, I walk away. All surveillance data on your family will be destroyed. Also, Your family will have free services from Mazter Spec Ops Company for the rest of your lives. Do we have a deal?”

“Okay, but what will happen to my daughter?”

“If I win, I will give her the choice of what to do with the rest of her young life. Of course, as an Alpha male who conquered Nan’s Aphrodite mother, she will have to listen about her options while she is naked, with her hands tied behind her, and kneeling in front of me! Sooo…..”

“It’s a deal!” the heroine said strongly while surprised at how much hotter the twinges were when he described what would happen to her daughter if she lost.

Mrs. Confederate steeled herself for a battle that would determine course of her remaining life: super heroine or breeding sex slave, “ START NOW!”

The Pride of the South ran towards The Pride of Mercenaries and leapt up to drive a flying kick with her right, stiletto-heeled foot towards his chest. He tried to sidestep but he was a bit too slow and she drove her heel into his left shoulder. She smiled in satisfaction as he grunted in pain. She spun in mid-air and landed in a crouch with fists out. Hit and Run! That’s the way to beat an Ares Man with super strength.

SHIT! Gus thought as he felt pain in his left shoulder and down his left arm. He retaliated by diving towards her but she leapt up over him and delivered punches to his head and lower back. He lay face down on the carpet and sensed movement towards him he rolled and was relieved as two laced-up sandals with 4" stiletto heels missed him.

'Crap, those heels must be titanium composite metal!' he mused grimly, 'I gotta get the initiative! I need to eliminate her speed. She has speed with the movements of her background as a gymnast, dancer, and cheerleader . Hell, I’m just an ex-football player and tired old soldier.' 

He grabbed the ottoman with his right hand and flung it at her. The ottoman slammed into her chest and she landed in a heap in the corner. He got up and reached the corner as she leaped up.

The pretty blond heroine quickly assessed that she was in trouble! She was trapped in the corner with MazterMerc. Her superior speed was useless. Only she could use now was her better reflexes.

So the battle raged on with Mrs. Confederate’s reflexes, athleticism, and martial arts against MazterMerc’s strength, endurance, and battle experience. She was landing 5 blows to his two every 15 seconds.

At the ten minute mark, the battle was taking a toll on her winded body. The few blows that she wasn’t able to block hit with power. She had severe pain in her arms, thighs, and torso. She also thought she might have a fractured rib and her hands hurt from hitting his steel-like body. For whatever reason, he never threw a punch to her face.

His visible damage was a split lip, a swelled left eye, a limp in his left leg, and a neck bruise, but he wasn’t winded at all!

"You had enough lady?'

Mrs. Confederate shouted in defiance, “I WILL NEVER LOSE TO MERCENARY TRASH LIKE YOU!”

Ashlyn was a former high school and college individual national cheerleader of the year back in the days. It was only right that she finish her opponent by using a vertical leap, open Herky followed by a scissor legs cut. Her feet should have smashed his ears causing him to fall to the ground stunned and helpless for a coup de grace. It didn’t happen because her beat-up body was too slow and she couldn’t get her the necessary height like she could when she was younger. He countered her move by jumping up so that her feet hit his upper arms.

Mrs. Confederate hit the ground head first stunning her. She saw black spots and had trouble staying conscious. His left hand grabbed her trim ankles and she hoisted upside down with only her blond hair touching the floor. She felt the laces to her high-heeled sandals being unlaced.

“My legs and arms are on fire bitch. So we will have no more of those heels,” he shouted as he pulled her shoes off of her flesh-colored, tights-covered feet. He threw the deadly footwear across the room.

She tried to feebly punch his knee so he picked her up and held her over his head, and threw her across the room. She hit the couch so hard, it fell over.

He walked over, grabbed her blond hair, and pulled her to a kneeling position. She felt like a rag doll in his hand.

“Fight’s over! Do you agree? Be sure you answer me by calling me Master!’

The dazed, battered heroine managed to gasp out, “Ye-yes Master! You win! I am your slave!’

“Get on your hands and knees! You’re my pet now!’ He pulled her around the room using her cape as a leash for a few minutes, swatting her ass with his retractable baton when she moved too slow. Then he sat down in her favorite armchair and had her stand in front of him.

“STRIP! TAKE ALL OF IT OFF AND HAND IT OVER TO ME!! NOW!”

With a deep sigh of resignation, Ashlyn unfastened her cape and she handed it to him. She reached behind and unzipped her skirt and leotard which she let drop to her ankles. She unhooked the front clasp  of her bra and shrugged it off. She paused as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She looked into her captor's stern eyes and slowly slip the panties down her long, athletic legs. She stepped out of the white garments and picked them up and hand it over to her new owner.

She was naked, her beaten body trembled, and he could see tears coming down her dazed face.

"Get on your knees and suck me!" MazterMerc ordered as he unzipped and whipped out his cock.

The defeated heroine fell to her knees and her eyes opened in surprise at his size. She was a virgin on her wedding night and no one one had been bigger than her husband, until now. She took the penis in until it touched the back of her throat and went to work with her tongue. He grasped her hair and moved her head back and forth. It wasn't the best blow job, but he revelled in having this hot superheroine blowing him. It wasn't long before he felt like he was about to cum.

"Okay, that's enough. My cannon is primed and ready. Let's go downstairs," he said. Gus picked up a black bag and pulled Ashlyn by her hair.

Minutes later, Ashlyn Veronica Hamilton-Smythe was hanging by her wrists from the ceiling of her basement, her toes barely touching the floor. A buttplug was in her ass. She was blindfolded and there were clamps on her nipples. Her sore rib caused her to gasp in pain. A naked MazterMerc picked her up by her ass and lined his cock up with her pussy.

"I need to have another slice of your rich superheroine pie!"

As Gus slowly inserted his cock into Ashlyn's tight twat, He felt his cockhead hit cervix. That was the signal and he began to fuck her with hard, fast strokes. Gus marvelled at his luck. Here he was, in a mansion, fucking a heroine MILF  who also happened to be one of the richest women in the world. Not bad for a guy who came from a modest background.

He put his hand on the buttplug and used it as a second raping cock. She moaned "Uh uh uh uh!' everytime he shoved in his rape rod. He felt himself charge into a a red cauldron filled with sexual energy. His teeth began biting her, leaving hickeys on her neck and breasts. His angle of attack and his power strokes began sawing on her clit. The buttplug and his cock were only separated by a thin wall as they plunged in and out.

Ashlyn was a woman in pain...and in heat. His forceful strokes were unlike any that she encountered. This was a man who knew how to take a woman's body and use it savagely. Here was a man who seemed to be half beast and knew to break a strong woman and make her submit.

Through the pain, she felt a rising, tingly heated passion in her vagina and breasts. His cock wasn't just raping her deeper into submission. Gus/MazterMerc was remolding her into a new woman. This woman would be made into a submissive, slutty, sex slave slut who craved his cock so much she would humiliate and debase herself endlessly.

A slave who would do anything for her Master including giving her wealth to her master and being a simple housewife who would make as many babies as he desired.  

Her blindfold came off and they stared into each other's lustfilled eyes. Slave wrapped her athletic legs around his waist and began moving her hips in sync with his thrusts. Master fucked her without restraint. His manhood hit her cervix so hard that it went through  and was now pounding her uterus. She was on the edge of the biggest orgasm she had ever have in her life and started screaming.

"Now Gus, my master, my love, please keep fucking me, make me yours forever, make me CUMMMMMMM!"

"Don't worry honey! You are mine so CUM NOW!"

He jammed the buttplug hard into her ass while a hand squeezed and twisted a breast.  The new couple both came hard, his cock sprayed her uterus in massive hot bursts of egg-seekers. Their lips locked and tongues lashed out. Her legs wrapped him so hard that it hurt. As their orgasmic euphoria faded, they just stayed locked together, drinking in each other's essense.

It was time Gus thought. He pulled away from his new property and went over to the hitbachi. He pulled out the branding iron that had his family coat of arms. Master held the red-hot iron in front of her lust crazed eyes. It took a moment for her to see it and understand what it meant.

"Go...go ahead master. Mark me as your property and make me yours forever!"

"What about Nan, your daughter?"

"Whatever you decide about her will be obeyed by your slave. Please mark me now!"

"No screaming slave!"

Master pointed the brand at her hairless crotch and slowly pressed it just an inch above her camel toe. Slave grunted and moaned in pain. He stepped around and branded both her asscheeks. She was in extreme pain, but never screamed. A perfect slave.

Minutes later he was carrying her to the master bath. He laid her on the counter while drawing a warm bubble bath. He put her in gently and sat behind her. He washed her with a sponge while the other hand played with her clit. Again, she orgasmed. They got out and while she sat on the counter, he administered to her wounds and gave her a strong painkiller.

Then he put her to bed on her side. He spooned in behind her and slowly eased his hard tool into her pussy. As he began to fuck her, she grabbed his hand and put it on her breast. Over 30 minutes later, they came together.

'What a day! I started the day as a shoe salesman, kidnapped and raped a billionairess, beat Mrs. Confederate and raped her, and finished the day owning my own slave!' he thought as he fell asleep.

Gus Harris, semi-retired chief mercenary and slave-owner, woke up alone. He sat up and looked around for his slave. He cursed himself for his carelessness and now there was a need for a prompt escape. He quickly dressed and put on his combat web vest. Then grabbing his semi-auto tranquilizer gun, he made his way downstairs.

As he walked cautiously across the living room and noticed that it was cleaned up from last night's battle. The smell of breakfast invaded his nose as he entered the kitchen. His jaw dropped in surprise. At the stove, Ashlyn Hamilton/Mrs. Confederate making breakfast in her birthday suit. He felt his cock stir to life.

"Have a seat darling, breakfast is almost ready."

Gus sat at the head of the table which was set. Ashlyn walked over with a hot coffee and poured it into his cup. She gave him a quick kiss and went back to the stove. He felt uneasy in the seemingly surreal room.
Wasn't this the same woman he battled and raped twice yesterday?

A big plate of bacon, sausages, eggs, French toast, and hash browns was set in front of him. He was  hungry since he hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. She stood next to him and he looked up.

"Now, when you finish your food, I will serve you dessert."

"Huh? Dessert after breakfast," he asked with a blank look.

She smiled down at him and picked out a can of...whip cream from the table. She sprayed the sweet white cream on her breasts and on her pussy.

"I am the dessert...Master!' she said with a smile and a look of hunger in her eyes.

Gus went hard fast. He stood up fast and his chair fell backwards. Ashlyn's wrists were handcuffed in front of her.

"I want my dessert now!" he growled as sat her on the table and laid her back with her ass on the table's edge. He went to work on her pussy. His tongue lashed and nipped at her clit which caused her to arch her back and moan aloud. Next, he went oral on her labia, revelling in the mixture of her juices and the whipped cream.

"No more...give it to me...now...I want you in me," she pleaded.

Gus stood up and slid his hard rod in while dropping his mouth onto her right tit. He sucked on her tit at the same time he twirled his tongue on her nipple. He began fucking her with hard, fast strokes that hit cervix, yet not penetrating. He went to work on her left tit and he couldn't help but notice the the former prim and proper Ashlyn's body was responding to him. Her hips rose up to meet each thrust and her body arched up to push breasts to his hungry mouth.

Ashlyn felt another amazing orgasm coming again and thought about her crazed condition, 'Two years without sex and now I have had orgasms in the last 24 hours. How can this be?  My mind is telling me to stop this and fight for my self-respect as a modern woman and a superheroine. My body says do it and craves the hot sex. I hate this ambivalent feeling. How can this man enter my life by crashing through my defenses and dominate me so hard and fast that I want to spread my legs to welcome him into me. He is crude and violent unlike Richard, but I can't get enough of his cock raping me. This nutcase wants to get me pregnant at my age! Yet I get all tingly and happy thinking about being pregnant again and having a baby! I have to stop this nowwwww AHHHHHHHH!"

Both master and slave could feel hot sperm spraying her insides. Then they crashed with their bodies sweating, panting, and satisfied.

NINE WEEKS LATER...

Ashlyn hummed a Broadway love song as she applied stick-on animals on the walls of the baby's room while dressed in a see-through nightie, black nylon thigh-hi stockings, crimson slave collar, and ankle cuffs with a 20" chain. Her pregnancy test had been positive and she was still giddy over the weeks-old news. Her morning sickness wasn't as bad as before when she had Nan.

Since her master-fiancee had taken over she felt relieved as if great burdens had beeen lifted from her. Gus took over Hamilton Industries and had fired two executives for theft, another for incompetence, and one more for selling secrets to a competitor. Another change was about her. He told her that one of his mercenary teams was now patrolling the city and that her days as Mrs. Confederate were over except for very extreme situations.

"I do not want my slave-wife and mother of my child out there risking her life. End of discussion," he said in that baritone voice of his. She could feel that he was a dominating yet good man, and she could love him for that she thought as right fingers caressed the brand of her fiancee's coat of arms just above her pussy.

'I'll be a wife again!" she said aloud followed by a giggle. The wedding was in two weeks and the only sad part about it was Nan. They called her at the condo in Rome and told her the news. Nan went ballistic and began yelling, "MARRIED? AND AND PREGNANT..AT YOUR AGE...HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? YOU'RE MRS. CONFEDERATE NOT SOME EMPTY-MINDED HOUSEWIFE! AND WHAT ABOUT DAD? HE'S BEEN GONE A SHORT TIME AND NOW YOU'RE MARRYING A STRANGER? THERE'S NO WAY I AM GOING TO BE AT YOUR WEDDING MUCH LESS BE YOUR MAID OF HONOR!
OH AND Gus..GO TO HELL!"

Fortunately, Nan hung up before they told her that she had to submit to him since she was the daughter of an Aphrodite defeated by an Ares.

Ashlyn remembered telling Gus, "You know that she won't accept you. You'll have to break her the same way you did to me." Gus just nodded and left the room. Later, he told her that he sent Nan a useful gift as a peace-offering, but wouldn't say what it was.

The phone rang and it interrrupted her rememberances. Minutes later, a worried Gus entered the room, his right hand behind his back. Ashlyn held her breath.

"That was my cousin Bob AKA MercKing. There was an incident at Nan's cheer camp. There was a murder and kidnappings."

"Oh my, who was murdered? A couple of girls were taken?"

"The murder victim was the agent I assigned as an undercover bodyguard for Nan, without her knowledge. As for the kidnappings, it wasn't two girls. It was the entire camp; over 120 cheerleaders and their coaches. We don't know Nan's exact situation yet!"

Ashlyn felt faint and leaned against the wall, "Oh my gosh, my daughter...How...how could this have happened? Who could kidnap that many girls and get away with it?"

Gus brought his right arm out towards her. The Mrs. Confederate uniform was in his hand.

"I don't know who did this, but I do know we will need Mrs. Confederate's help to save those Nan and the girls plus bring those scumbags to justice!"

Mrs. Confederate's eyes narrowed and she clenched her fists, "Count on it!'

TO BE CONTINUED IN SOUTHERN GIRL vs. THE MASTER SCORPION STORY.